rain rich
burial
garment fresh

the control was the test
ring finger hand
riding shoulder shotgun

capillary dreams
await
shunting the show

and the world
exhales in its draw
like your blurry funny
way

how you love
through

Wait for me
around the edge
when it’s my time
hold my hand
squeeze it gently
to show your love

come to my arms
just for a while,
as time slips
below my feet
when in a whiff
I’m about to go
over the cliff
hold me tight
just once more
for then who knows for sure
whether I shall be

I know exactly what's up, friend
and I usually have things right;

but in my quest to not offend
I'll try my best to seem polite.

I don't care much for conflict, so
at those times I may look away;

but, I'll remember times with you
wish I'd stayed at home that day!

You're brand of scandalousity
does almost make me ill;

a detour would have set me free
avoiding clashes with your will.

Your hidden mind agendas, or
what really makes me tense;

the warmth of pleasure
settles like a shot of
greasy brandy

vernacular television spotlight
bathes my beauty
and we adore the wretched
sheets
eating chips while the affects
slithers like a serpent through
us

she dances

looking for her selves
in the haunted mirror
naked and alone

the kitchen chair like a toppled
throne is jammed secure
against the knob to the hall

the dirty carpet

"you dont fucking call me anymore"